i looked myself in the mirror and a thought came to my mind.

"this is eunice. this year is 2006. eunice is gonna be EIGHTEEN this year. den why does it look like a FOURTEEN-yr-old is looking back at her in the mirror!?"

okae, im gonna be chanting, "im eighteen. im eighteen. im eighteen. i am no longer in primary, not in sec skool and im leaving junior college in 11 months."

still cant take it. all these years i've been wanting to grow faster and older. have bummed around life not knowing my clear direction. suddenly, reality strikes and i am eighteen oredi. i still remember ever so clearly the times when i was in primary skool and catching tadpoles from the skool pond and ending up falling into the brown water. i guess i frightened off A LOT of the tadpoles. still remember how those huge terapins [izzit spelt liddat?] sunned themselves at the edge of the pond and stretch out their limbs to catch a nice sunshine, only to end up scrambling and splashing lightning fast back to the safety of the water whenever i came over to say hi. the scrambling gets both parties wet. but i never minded. i still remember when once i was going home from piano lesson that i saw a lonely kitten who lost it mama. went down to stroke it, only to get bitten by that lil piteous thing. it clung gently onto my hand with its teeth [even though it's young, it has sharp teeth] and then its paw cames scratching at my wrist. somehow, my hand looks like a real nice smooth yarnball. lucky the paws not veri sharp, or else i die of bleeding le. i didnt dare to move my hand cos moving while being bitten will either cause the feline to sink its teeth even deeper, or quit biting at that part and bite another part of the body. so i waited for the kitten to let go and meanwhile, patted its head to get it relaxed and stop playing with my hand. when it let go, my hand wasnt bleeding much. just a lil blood from the punctured marks on my palm. by now, the hand has healed and no scar was left behind. kinda amazed by the recovery cos i didnt even wash my hand after the bite, which could have caused inflammation. haiz, after the biting and scratching, i still love cats alot. there are strays in my neighbourhood and one day, i even recorded one of them. it hissed into the phone and den meowed ever so sweetly while i was recording. it is such a nice meow-er.

oops, i got out of point.

many memories came from primary and secondary skool. jc? i dun wanna remember the 3 months in innova. still trying to forget the pple there. the pple in my class were mostly bad pple who talked behind my back. but luckily there was junhao, my sec 2 ex-classmate.. haha, somehow, everywhere i go, there's an ex-classmate. now, there's david, my sec 1 and 2 ex-classmate. haha..

i gotta shout out: I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD THIS YEAR!!

and i am still so short. and fat. and now im old. who will want me like this!?